The Wings of Fire Pee On An Electric Fence Challenge
As cricket joined the other heroes in the ranks, she turned to blue, "are you ready?" blue nodded, hoping he was, and cricket began to explain about how lightningsilk worked to everyone in a long drawn out way she was known for.
The Cat Who Lived in a Garden
In the morning she'd stretch and she'd yawn, while she still remembered her dream, then she'd hunt the shrubs behind the shed for a mouse or maybe a cricket to eat. she would clean her paws with a raspy cat tongue, to make sure she looked dandy and neat.
Wings Of The Winter Solstice
cricket blushed. “maybe.” “should be fun, take moon with you, she’ll be helpful.” cricket nodded. “okay.” blue stretched. “alright, i’ll get started, what do i need to do.”
Moon Bound-Chapter 3
The howling had stopped, crickets back on the mantle of noise of the night now. james frowned again. those howls sounded weird...a little too weird if you ask him. then he giggled to himself.
A Howl In The Night, Chapter 1.
The only sound was the crickets outside chirping in the moonlight and the birds rustling in the trees, getting ready for the night. "i-i'm really sorry mikey. i didn't mean for that to happen, i didn't mean to kiss you." i said.
Sunrise - Part 2
The ambience coming from the forest was always a pleasure to him, as he loved the calming sounds of crickets, birds, and sometimes the wind blowing through the trees as well. chip opened the door to his house and walked inside.
Moon TIde: Chapter 1
The soft chirping of crickets, occasional vehicle going down a nearby street, and far off barking was her favorite melody to fall asleep to. and with the warm air from a hot day still lingering, it wasn't long before closing her eyes became a nap.
Blood, Sweat, and Diesel: Introduction
In the summer, it was hot and sunny, with the faraway horizons blurred by mirage, and endless fields of wildflowers, and the nights alive with the sounds of crickets and frogs.
The Leaves of Fall: Epilogue
Bepper, reading the label \>studying it \>in the darkness crickets chirp in a steady, organic metronome \>and when she's finally found those words, she turns her amber eyes to the moon, letting the light fill her and trace her in a glow \>she's ready
Life As It Is Ch.8
If it makes you feel any better, my bad dreams are mostly about crickets and grasshoppers," i said, puzzling him. "crickets and grasshoppers?" he asked.
A Spare in the Trunk: Part I
The crickets continued their nightly serenade and the humidity soaked into everything. not a single car had passed on the deserted stretch of road.
2 Voice
cricket-season had passed, leaving the air empty. whatever the beasts had been howling about before, it had ceased to be. perhaps they had caught whatever they had been hunting.